Date: Wed, 30 May 2012 09:49:44 -0400
From: gayandhorny
Subject: Master and Slave 2 (Revised)
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Master and Slave 2
Hi guys,
I wrote the first episode of MASTER and slave a few days ago, to gage
the reaction. I've had some nice feedback, so here is more. This story
is loosely based on a real life situation, but I have changed enough
specifics to hide the identities involved.
P.S. Remember: Nifty needs your donations to provide these wonderful
stories!
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As you can tell from that first episode, MASTER had me really under his
thumb. But to understand how we got there, you need a little history.
We met via an online ad. I was looking for a rent boy, and he had an ad
up. This was actually quite rare for him, I later discovered, but I
guess I was in luck that day. Anyway, the ad said nothing about s/m.
Once we had got in touch by email, and exchanged pics, he suggested we
chat for a while online. We had a nice chat, and just in passing he
mentioned that he had a very dominant side to him, and that I should not
expect him to suck me. Well, I live to suck cock; I'd much rather suck
than be sucked. So that sounded fine to me. I must admit I also felt a
tingling in my balls when he mentioned being dominant. I had had a
couple of kinky encounters with guys, and they were generally really
hot. One guy ordered me to strip and lick his boots as soon as I
entered his apartment. Once I was serving his boots, he whipped me a
bit, and then put me on display on a coffee table, sitting back on my
hands, with my hard cock sticking out and my back curved. Then he jerked
off on me, and then he just ordered me to leave, covered with his cum.
He did not bother to make me cum, and I was incredibly horny afterwards.
I must have jerked off a dozen times in the next few days, thinking
about how arrogant and sexy he was. I wanted to see him again, but he
shortly found a boyfriend, and was no longer available.
Anyway, I really wanted to meet Brian (who became my MASTER) after our
little chat, and we arranged an appointment next evening. I was to pay
him for his time, but other than telling him that I was pretty
submissive, nothing much else was said.
He arrived on time at my house. I could see he was well built through
his clothes, and I knew I wanted him from the minute he stepped in. He
picked up on it, and more or less pushed me into my own living room.
Fortunately the blinds were closed.
He said, "You really a faggot slave, aren't you?". And of course I
assented. He told me to strip, immediately, and get on my knees. I have
a dog, and without even asking, he picked up the dog collar and leash
and walked over and put them on me.
Then he gave me a little show. He told me to move back and not touch
him. He slowly opened his shirt so I could see his beautiful chest. He
works out a lot, and it really shows. And he is 25, the perfect age for
a perfect body. Anyway, he sort of preened in front of me. Of course I
was immediately hard, and he saw it. Then he slowly took off his pants.
His beautiful big cock was also hard -- he likes it when a slave really
worships him -- and he stood there before me, like a god.
Then he leaned over and brought his face close to mine, and he said
"kiss me". I wanted him so badly, and of course I was dying to kiss
him. But as I brought up my face he suddenly spit on me, and started to
laugh at me.
"You're pathetic, faggot." And he was right; in just 5 minutes he had made
it clear who was boss, and that, with practically no effort. I couldn't
help it: The more he treated me like a lowly slave, the harder I got.
Again, the same thing, "kiss me", and again he spit on my face. So now I
was not only nude and on my knees in front of him, but my face was
covered with his spit. I licked it from my lips, and I found I actually
liked it. I was embarrassed, but also incredibly hard.
His cock was bouncing around while he did this, and then he started to
jerk off in front of me. His stomach was totally flat and muscled, and
he really was beautiful to look at. I couldn't help looking at him and
wanting him.
I leaned forward to suck him, and then he slapped my face, hard.
"Who said you could suck my cock, faggot?"
"I'm sorry SIR, I just thought ... "
"You will suck my cock only if and when I want, and for now it's off limits
for you."
I gazed at him longingly, but answered "Yes SIR, sorry SIR."
He kept on jerking off; obviously it pleased him to put me down like
that. He could practically see his power over me increasing. The more I
wanted him, the less I could resist.
Finally he spasmed and came, all over my beautiful rug. Then he ordered
me to get him a towel to clean himself up. I ran upstairs, still naked,
and as I was coming back, towel in hand, he said, "Bring it with your
mouth, faggot". So I did, I came down, immediately went back on my knees
and offered him the towel. He took it, wiped his cock clean, and then
calmly put his clothes back on, grabbed a book from the coffee table,
and started to read.
"Lick up the mess on the floor, faggot." I hadn't expected this, but I
reluctantly started to lick up his come from the rug. He put his foot on
the back of my neck as I did so, and pressed down a little. My cock was
bobbing around as I tasted his cum mixed with the dirt on the floor. And I
cleaned it all up, as he ordered. He just kept on reading. But he had left
his shirt open, knowing that it would just make me want him more.
He made sure I licked up every last drop of his cum. And then, because I
felt he expected it, I said, "thank you, SIR." But he just said, "That's
not good enough, faggot, thank me properly". I racked my brains and I
came up with, "Thank you, MASTER, for the honor of letting me eat your
cum off the floor." He smiled. I did not realise it yet, but he really
understands slave psychology: He knew that making me thank him for the
humiliation, especially while he was in front of me but not available,
would just make me harder, and make me want him more. And he was right:
Later that night, after he left, I found myself jerking off thinking
about licking his cum from the floor. He was already starting to
mindfuck me ...
(to be continued)